"I feel like I am driving a wagon at full speed and it's about to take off and drag me behind," I told the ladies at my table during a luncheon. Finally I had words to put to how I have been feeling about my life recently. My ministry, which I really love, is gaining … Continue reading Racing Wagon
Misc Devotional
Love Languages and Bling
My dear mother-in-law has given me expensive and beautiful jewelry for as long as I have known her. As a young bride, her gifts didn't really do that much for me since I was not a big bling kind of girl. Being more practical, I would have preferred a blender. In the early days I even questioned her love because gifts really aren’t my love language
Garden Walk
This morning I walked with God in a beautiful garden. But Eden it was not. While speculator by human standards and usually quite vibrant, today this garden looked a bit tired, a bit worn down. A few stubborn weeds could be seen among the carefully manicured beds. Desperate plants seemed to beg for mercy from … Continue reading Garden Walk
Rocks
The beach of Budva, Montenegro on the Adriatic Sea, left me breathless. Not a coral beach with shells and crabs like I am used to, but a beach composed of and covered in rocks. Rocks of such diversity and color. Black, brown, green, white, terra cotta, grey, lavender, and cream rocks. Lined, speckled, sparkly, rough, … Continue reading Rocks
Living In the Midst
Today I feel like I'm in a fog. A fog hanging over me. I feel small and unable. I want to fix it quickly and resolve it. I want to make it go away, pretend it isn't there. But I can't do that. Life isn't that easy.
God is My Home
That's me in the center with my mom, dad and younger sister in our "Robinson Crusoe" home in Kaisenik, Papua New Guinea. Over the course of my 51 years, I have lived in many different homes and slept on countless guest beds and couches. In Papua New Guinea, we had a village home, and our … Continue reading God is My Home
I Take Hold
As a new student at Baylor University, I was a fish out of water. Eighteen years old, a third culture kid (TCK) from Papua New Guinea left standing on the steps of my dorm by my parents returning to the mission field. I was naïve and frightened. I had to do and face things I had never done before—all alone.
Remember…
Oh, the things one finds when sorting and packing for a big move! Last week I found the handwritten cry of my heart that I included in my blog. This week, I found another treasure! Reaching into an old bag, I pulled out a tattered and patched up pink bunny and a somewhat creepy brown koala. My … Continue reading Remember…
Pondered Treasures 